”“It’s okay,” I answered. “It’s a big parking lot.”And they shuffled off while I watched them.Then, like usual once a week, I went to th... next room. I liked looking at the sign on the door that read “PRINCIPAL” in gold letters. It was like I was the naughty student. I took a deep breath and knocked. He opened the door, standing there in his fine suits and his perfect ties. Such a shallow idiot, I thought with a smile.“You were such a bitch today,” he said.“And you’re just the perfect asshole,”. He almost ran back home, back along the path through the woods, the panicand disgust growing and growing, what had happened, what had he done,what had he become. He wasn't like that, it was wrong, he liked girls, heliked girls, oh god what had he done. Until in sobbing emotion, trottingalong, not watching where he was going, he tripped on a root and fellflat on his face. it took him a little while to calm himself and to brushhimself off before taking a deep breath and going on, making the last. Cindy stiffened a bit, and realizing she'd already gone to far she letit go. "The boating accident, when you got tangled up in the anchorline. Robert has never really forgiven himself for that prank." Cindyturned to Kim. "Don't you ever wonder why you're brother hates AprilFool's Day?" Some pieces of her past began to cross a long expanse of bridge justset into place. Hand buzzers, whoopee cushions, firecrackers, in fact,most practical jokes didn't set well with her brother. Kim had. Her bra size was 32C, and she had nice round buttocks. They were very soft and supple (I loved squeezing them).I have a very happy life. A caring wife, cute and innocent kids and a steady job. However, it was also a fact that it had become very monotonous. We, as a family, had a very standard routine. Woke up before the kids, and my wife would prepare a meal for everyone. My responsibility was to wake my kids, dress them, and drop them at school. Like every other middle-class family, my wife.